(Jayden)Arriving at the penthouse the next morning, I helped Ashlyn out of the limousine and into the building. The familiar surroundings do nothing to ease the tension in my gut. The elevator ride up feels endless, the silence between us thick with unspoken words.I play the part of the doting husband, all the while my mind is on Winona, on the plan, on the desperate hope that this will all be worth it in the end. As Ashlyn settles in, I keep up the charade, making small talk and pretending everything is normal. The place looks like no one has been here since I left. “Ashlyn? Weren’t you living here when I went to Santa Monica?” I ask, glancing around.Ashlyn shakes her head. “Gus asked if I wanted to stay in his guest suite, so I wasn’t alone.”“I see.” I wonder why he did that? My mind races with suspicions.“Does it upset you that I was staying there?” she asks, her voice laced with a hint of worry.“I’m glad you had company,” I replied, forcing a smile.“I never told him I was
(Winona)I sit in the courtroom, my heart pounding as I wait for the judge to enter. The room is filled with people, their eyes on me, their whispers echoing in my ears. The weight of their judgment feels like a physical burden. My anxiety is overwhelming. I glance around the room, seeing faces that seem familiar, faces from the media coverage, and even faces of those who might be curious about the high-profile case. It’s suffocating.Gordon Brown sits beside me, his expression calm and focused. He’s been my rock through this nightmare, and I cling to the hope that he can get me out on bail. I need so badly to see Abby again. The thought of her bright, innocent face keeps me grounded.“Stay calm, Winona, and above all, be sincere. Judge Harper can see straight through bullshit.” Gordon whispers. “Don’t say anything unless she addresses you directly.”“All rise,” the bailiff announces, and we stand as the judge enters. Judge Harper is a stern-looking woman with piercing eyes that see
(Winona)I sit in the living room of my townhouse, my ankle bracelet itching against my skin. The quiet space echoes everything I do, adding to the horrible feeling of Abby not being here with me.But I’m home. That’s a start.Gordon Brown, my lawyer, sits across from me, a stack of papers in front of him. His legal team is scattered around the room, their faces serious and focused. My parole officer is also present. Sheila Hobbs.I feel scared just looking at her chunky build and she must be at least six foot tall. Short hair and an expressionless face.I glance at the clock, wondering how much longer this ordeal will last.Gordon clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him. “Winona, we need to go over the conditions of your house arrest. These are non-negotiable, and you must adhere to them strictly. Do you understand?”I nod, my stomach twisting with anxiety. “Yes, I understand.”He shuffles through the papers, pulling out a sheet, he hands it to Sheila.She reads it throug
(Winona)Gordon leans back in his chair. “I need private time with Winona to discuss the case.”“I have another appointment.” Sheila answers him with a nod. “There’s been private room set up in the office. Only you and I will have a fob to open this.” Sheila tells Gordon as she hands him an electronic fob. Sheila talks directly to me now. “I have keys to enter the property at any time should I feel it necessary, that includes the private office. But I will always attempt to make my presence known to you beforehand.”I nod. “Thank you. I’ll do everything I can to make this process easy for us both.”“There’s nothing easy about house arrest but I can assure you it’s one million times easier than jail.”I feel the color drain from my face remembering those other women in the jail.“I’ll be back tomorrow for our scheduled time. You can call me anytime.”Then she was gone.“Let’s go to the office.”Once we are settled in there, Gordon smiles. “That was brilliant.”“I hoped so. But can I t
(Winona)When I fling it open, there stands Anne, holding Abby’s hand. Lisa is right behind them. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of my baby girl, looking even taller in the week I haven’t seen her.Her eyes are wide with a mixture of confusion and relief. But I feel her hesitancy in seeing me. What she witnessed at Palisades Park must have scared her so much.I kneel down and the tears are rolling down my face. “Hi Sweety. I’ve missed you. I’m sorry I scared you.”“Mommy!” Abby cries, breaking free from Anne’s grip and launching herself into my arms. I feel her tears against my cheek as her little arms grip me like there’s no tomorrow.I wrap her in the tightest hug I can manage without breaking her in half. My heart races as I hold her close, feeling her little heart beating against mine. “Oh, Abby, I’ve missed you so, so much,” I whisper, my voice choked with emotion.Abby clings to me, her small body trembling. “I missed you too, Mommy. Are you okay? Why can
(Jayden)“Daddy! I saw Mommy. I miss her.” Abby cries out when she comes in the door with Anne. My heart goes out to her, but I must maintain this façade.I scoop up Abby and hug her. “I’m glad you got to see Mommy.”Anne watches me closely. She’s vehemently loyal to Winona and Abby. So Winona is back in the townhouse. Good. I know she’s under house arrest until the case is over.There’s no chance of her doing anything to break those terms and I know she’s safe. No one can get to her there. It’s been difficult being back here with Ashlyn and I’m not leaving Abby alone with her. Anne sleeps in her room and goes everywhere with her.This confession thing better work because I don’t see how we can prove Winona innocent without it. Her father is a useless witness. He’ll easily be proven untrustworthy with his track record.“Mommy is sad.”“Abby, we can’t talk about Mommy right now, remember? Let’s go take a bath, have some supper and then I’ll read your favorite book,” Anne says gently.“
(Winona)Phillip stands at the secure office door, looking like a ghost of the man I once knew.His eyes are hollow, his frame gaunt, and he seems smaller in presence, as if the actions of his past mistakes have physically diminished him. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what’s to come, and open the door wider to let him in.Then I carefully close it behind him.“Phillip, sit down,” Gordon instructs, gesturing to the chair opposite mine.Phillip steps inside the office, his movements tentative, and sits down heavily. I move to sit in the chair next to him, feeling the tension in the room thicken with every second.“Hi, Phillip,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. The words feel weird coming out, like I’m talking to a stranger rather than the man I considered spending my life with.“Winona,” he replies, his voice cracking. “Thank you for… for letting me come back.” His eyes meet mine, and I can see the depth of his regret, the guilt weighing heavily on him.I nod, not tru
(Winona)We spend the next hour arranging his things and making the bedroom look like a shared space. It’s not monitored but that doesn’t mean authorities can’t come in and look.Tension is definitely there, but there’s also a sense of determination between us. We both know what’s at stake, and we’re willing to do whatever it takes. I’m actually glad I have Phillip back in my corner.When I look back, he was quite brave in going up against Judy with me before in my work office. She could have revealed him then and there. But she didn’t. She seemed happy to let us keep what we had going.I guess because I wasn’t trying to be with Jayden. That’s always been the thing with her, losing her son to me.As we finish, Phillip sits on the edge of the bed, looking worn out emotionally and physically. I wonder how long since he’s had a decent meal.“Winona, I never stopped loving you. Even when I was at my worst, you and Abby were always in my heart.”His words cut through me, and for a moment,
(Cass)When Viktor and I step into the Brennan Wing family suite, the first thing I notice is how together Jayden looks.He’s standing by Henry’s highchair, feeding him bits of banana while the little guy alternates between smearing food on his face and laughing like he’s cracked the greatest joke in the world.Jayden doesn’t even flinch when Henry chucks half a cracker at his chest.“Alright, Superdad,” I say, dropping my bag on the couch. “You’re really leaning into this whole family-man thing. Should I be worried you’re going to start wearing matching dad-and-son tracksuits next?”Jayden smirks without looking up. “You jealous, Aunt Cass? I can always order you one too. I’m thinking neon green?”I grin, then I run to hug him. “Pass. I prefer my black on black for now.”Henry spots me and lets out an excited squeal, waving his sticky hands in my direction. “Oh, no you don’t,” I warn, taking a step back. “Your dad can keep the food fights. I’ll hug you as soon as we use some wipes.”
(Jayden)“Gabriel.” I say as Henry tries to grab my cell out of my hand.I manage to dodge his lightning-fast hand, holding the phone just out of his reach. He laughs, thinking it’s a game.His little giggles make me grin.“Jayden. I wanted to let you know I’m flying in to finalize the shares. Everything looks good on my end. I land at six.”“Great. Let me know your hotel room; I’ll come see you there.”“Sorry to hear about Lance and Judy. I’ve read over everything you sent. Are you sure?”“Yes,” I reply coolly. “You’ll be in charge now unless you make other arrangements with your family. I'm out.”There’s a pause on the other end, but I don’t care to fill it. Gabriel’s voice is measured when he continues, “How’s Winona? I heard she had a fall.”“She’s in recovery. We’ll know more tomorrow.”“I heard Cass was in Europe. Is she coming back to see her?”“She is. And I don’t want any trouble for her, Gabriel. She’s been through enough. I’m still pissed that Mia provided her with drugs an
(Jayden)I stand at the door the next morning as Anne steps in with the kids, managing the chaos with her usual calm authority. Abby clings to her arm, eyes darting nervously around the suite. “You remember this place, don’t you, sweetheart?” Anne asks gently. Abby nods but doesn’t let go. “It’s where the doctors made my heart better,” she whispers, glancing at me for reassurance. “It is,” I say, crouching to her level. “But this time, we’re here for Mom. She’s going to need all of us to help her get better. You up for the job?” Abby hesitates, then nods firmly. “Yes!” Then she opens her eyes wide. “Am I supposed to be really quiet?”“No darling. You can just be yourself. But we’ll try for no arguing and shouting with your brothers and sister, okay?”“Okay. Can I go see Mom now?”“Mom is having special medicine to keep her asleep for now, but I think she can still hear us. Go tell her about your day and we’ll join you soon. Keep her company for me. You know how she loves all your
(Jayden)The door opens, and Lisa steps in, carrying a fresh change of clothes and some toiletries I had her swing by the penthouse and grab.“Jayden,” she says quietly, setting the bag down near the chair. “You look like shit.”I don’t even glance at her. “Thanks for the compliment.”She pulls up a chair beside me. “I mean it. You’re running on fumes. Go shower, get something to eat, and grab a couple of hours of sleep. I’ll stay with Winona. You need to be human when the kids get here tomorrow morning.”“I’m fine,” I lie, tightening my grip on Winona’s hand. “I don’t want to leave her.” I mean I can actually smell myself at this point.“Jayden.” Lisa’s voice takes on that tone she uses when she’s not going to back down. “I’m serious. You’re no good to anyone in this state. Winona will kick your ass if she sees you like this—smelling like death warmed over and looking worse.”She’s so right. I really need to get my shit together and show Winona I can lead our family when needed. Not
(Cass) I pace the estate office, Viktor’s phone pressed tightly to my ear. Viktor leans against the desk, his arms crossed, the picture of calm professionalism. Good. I want to ignore the way he held me earlier, like I actually mattered to him.He’s trained to say the right things to defuse situations. That’s all it was.Jayden picks up, his voice tense but steady. “Cass. She’s okay. I mean, she’s in an induced coma for a few days but she’s okay.” “Thank God!” I say, my voice cracking. I can’t stop the tremble in my hands. “Are you with her still?” “Yes,” he says, and I let out a shaky breath. “The head wound is under control, the coma is to wait for the swelling and her blood pressure to go down. But she is going to get through this.”“What about the baby?” “No,” he cuts me off sharply. “Just positive talk. She’s strong. They both are.” His voice softens, and I realize how much he’s struggling to hold it together. It’s so unlike him to sound vulnerable. “I’m coming home…”“Wai
(Jayden)Winona lies motionless in the Brennan Wing’s family suite medical bedroom, surrounded by machines that hum and beep softly in the background. This room was designed to keep families together during the most terrifying moments of their lives.This wing is my initiative, but I never thought I’d need it personally so much. I’m bending the guidelines a little having Winona here now but I know her best chance is having the ones she loves the most around her.Right now, I’d give anything for a sign—any sign—that she’ll wake up. I don’t have that yet but what I am going to do is create a positive environment around Winona. I called Barnaby and he reminded me of many coping mechanisms I’d learned from his sessions.I’m going to only speak of the future and what’s happening now. I’m not mentioning the past. Winona deserves to hear and believe the wonderful future ahead of us. No matter what has happened or what may happen.Dr. Harris and Dr. Reeves stand at the foot of the bed, revie
(Jayden)I burst through the front door, taking the stairs two at a time to the second floor. I pray I’m in time. I stop at the bottom of the attic stairs.Then I see her.Winona lies crumpled halfway down the attic stairs, her body twisted awkwardly. Her head jammed up against the wall, her hand rests on a spindle. Blood pools beneath her head on the stair, dark and horrifying, and for a second, I’m frozen.My mind blanks out, every thought swept away by raw panic.But then I snap back. She needs me. She needs me to be fully present, not panicking.I force myself forward, the first aid kit from the car clutched in my shaking hands. Every instinct screams at me to scoop her up, to hold her, but I stop myself. If she’s hurt her neck or spine… I could make it worse. My knees hit the stair below her, and I reach for her wrist with trembling fingers.A faint pulse. Relief crashes over me so hard I almost collapse, but it’s short-lived. She’s alive, but for how long?I tear open the first
(Cass)“Winona!” I scream into the phone again, but there’s only silence. The screen is dark, it’s silent. She isn’t answering. “Goddammit, Winona!” I shout, “answer me! Be okay. Answer me…”I don’t want to end the call, she could be… But I have to. I need to call Jayden.My breath is ragged gasps as I stumble to the kitchen counter, gripping the edge for support. My shaking fingers scroll to Jayden’s number. “Pick up, pick up!” My voice cracks as I pace in a tight circle, clutching the phone to my ear. It rings, and then—voicemail. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I scream, slamming the phone onto the counter so hard it bounces off and hits the floor. Fuck! It’s totaled now.My chest tightens, panic squeezing my throat. How can I call him, how can I contact Jayden? I grab my jacket and bolt out the door, running as fast as my legs will carry me to the estate. Viktor. He has a another number, one that always gets answered.My lungs are bursting as I run full tilt for the estate, but
(Winona)Cass’s face fills my phone screen, her hair messy and there are definite dark circles under her eyes.“God, you look wrecked,” I tease gently as I check out the kitchen of the home I’m about to close on. Anne has the kids for the afternoon, so I’m going to show-off this place to Cass. Cass groans. “Tell me about it. I just got done with prep for the estate’s first formal dinner since Jayden left. I’m in charge of a canape, Winona. A canape!” I raise an eyebrow. “That’s a really big deal. You should be proud of yourself.” “Oh I am. I’m so excited. These chefs are relentless but I’m learning so much. I love it here, even if Viktor’s constant hovering is killing my vibe a little.” “Hovering?” I ask, confused. “He’s not here physically—he’s too busy running Nexus Global—but the calls, the emails, the random texts asking if I’ve checked the locks or need anything… it’s constant. Can you tell Jayden to call him off please?” I lean forward, frowning. “Cass, I don’t think Jayde